The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well. -Ralph Waldo Emerson

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

New Village/Permanent Site

My street.

 On the left: An old, falling apart house. On the right: A newer house.

 This is the puppy who lives outside my door. He is adorable.

The soil that earned Ukraine the nickname "the breadbasket of Europe".

 Road.

 Unexpected flashes of color everywhere.

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